Well, gentlemen, I tried it. I was so anxious to try it that I had a friend come along for the ride.
Remember that comment about rubbing alcohol and shoe polish? Well, I was near right.
Actually it smelled pretty good when we uncorked it, except for the hard smell of alcohol in the background.
First a short taste sans ice. Color is tobacco'y, aroma woody enough to know it is oak, but still that strong background of alcohol. A deep breath and a sip. Go ahead, don't let it kill you all at once, roll it around in your mouth a bit, like rinsing after the dentist and nearly as painful to my taste buds. Like swallowing a flaming burnt marshmallow, followed by a feeling like someone pouring gasoline on an open wound.
Maybe it is Ice that it needs to mellow it out? One cube each. wait. Watch the streams, swirl a bit and then sip. Ok, not as bad as straight, but still painful. But for $20 I expected not to be bludgeoned.
I believe the great philosopher Monty Python phrased it best: This is not a bourbon for drinking. This is a bourbon for setting down and avoiding. The bottle is best used for hand-to-hand combat.
This has got to be what bathtub gin tastes like, especially if the maker left his shoes in the tub.
There are plenty of decent bourbons for day to day drinking. This is not one of them.
“Sure I eat what I advertise. Sure I eat Wheaties for breakfast. A good bowl of Wheaties with bourbon can't be beat.” -- Dizzy Dean